Last Fall I met Lindsay, a faculty member from WPI, a woman of about 28 or 30, at the coffee bar on the second floor. We happened to be in line togeth...r a couple days in a row after seeing each other at the paper stand, getting the same papers, the Boston Globe and the Wall Street Journal. We chuckled that we were both creatures of habit, of like tastes and I asked her to sit a drink her coffee with me instead of running off to her bus. (Students and faculty alike would park downtown and use a. I’ve also had a few drinks while I was getting ready. I was feeling a little tipsy, which I think is fine considering the situation. I fixed my hair and did my make-up. I needed to look good for my husband and for his friend. Jack has always fantasized about me being a hot wife and fucking a black man with a huge cock. Tonight his fantasy will be coming true. I walked downstairs to wait for Hampton and to talk with my husband. I knew he wanted to make sure I looked hot and sexy. This was his. I would still have faded from everyone's memory within the blink of an eye. I even considered trying to get a job as a fetish model, but realistically, I'm not that attractive, only average.That's where Joel came in. Getting mildly drunk one night, we got talking about mortality and what we'd like to do before we die. I told him all this, about how I wanted to show off my body while people would still want to see it. I even told him about my stupid modelling idea. That's when he told me about. She went back to my door and locked it. My girl walked to my desk and she sat on it. She was wearing this cute little sundress with little flowers on it and of course no panties. Denise has long legs and she was wearing these cute jeweled silver sandals. “Your little slut came to suck your cock. Do you want me to do that for you?” She then took off my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled them down. Denise got on her knees and played with my cock. I wasn't hard, but in a few minutes she.